Total pages in book: 217
Estimated words: 207224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1036(@200wpm)___ 829(@250wpm)___ 691(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 207224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1036(@200wpm)___ 829(@250wpm)___ 691(@300wpm)
She peeks back. It’s like rocket fuel to my cock. I give up trying to talk it down and let it protrude, skimming her lower back. Silently, I take her wrists and direct them to the tile, lowering my mouth to her shoulder. Flames. A moan. Raised shoulders, her head tilting. I release her wrists. I don’t need to tell her to keep them there. I slide my hands up her arms while I kiss every hot piece of her neck, licking the water away, working my palms onto her breasts, her stomach, her hips. Head falling back, she moans, vibrating against my lips on her throat, her arse pushing back against me.
I bend my knees and swivel up, sliding inside of her, breathing in and holding it. Rose’s hands ball into fists on the tile. The water becomes hotter. I slowly start to pump, holding her waist. “I have a surprise for you,” I say calmly, watching her head roll on her shoulders.
“What?”
I grind, taking my mouth to her nape and kissing.
She moans, then brings one hand back and slips her fingers through my wet hair. “Show me.”
“In good time, baby.” I bite down. “I think you’re going to love it.” I am on dangerous ground, but I will deal with that later. Today feels like it could be the end. Anything is possible. I have to make sure the girls are out of harm’s way. I jolt, and Rose moans harder, making me pause, trying to rein myself in, close already. I sit my chin on her shoulder. She looks at me. That alone has my dick twitching, and she feels it, smiling, rolling back, ending my attempt to save myself. I slam my mouth over hers and kiss her, and start driving in and out, firm but slowly, my cock buzzing. I know she’s coming because she tugs my hair and bites my lip, so I let it claim me, rolling through my release on a moan into her mouth and a squeeze of her hips as Rose constricts and drains me, her wet body twitching against me. I bite her lip in return and pull back, wiping her face of water and moving us out of the spray, withdrawing and turning her. I push her into the cold wall and crowd her, kissing her softly, finding my planned words again as we both come down.
I don’t find them soon enough for Rose. She ends our kiss and cups my cheeks, pulling my face to hers. “What?”
“You want some freedom,” I say, taking her wrists and pulling them away, relishing her intrigue.
“I do . . .” she says slowly.
“I booked you a pamper day.” She should get a pamper year for how much I paid.
Rose leans back as far as she can, which isn’t far with the wall behind her. “Pardon me?”
I smile. This is the wedding all over again. A tactic on my part. “I’ve booked out a salon spa thing for the day. For you. And the other girls.” I’m relying on Rose to make this happen too. I need everyone gone from the house.
“Why?”
“To pamper. Get your hair done. Have a manicure.”
“Right . . .” Her suspicion is warranted, of course, so manipulation has to come in here, and I will be shameless. “What’s going on?”
I make sure I appear offended. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, all of a sudden, Daniel can go to school, I can take him for pizza, and now I’m going off on a pamper day at a spa. So I’ll ask you again, my lovely, gorgeous angel-faced assassin, what’s going on?”
I scowl. Why the reminder of who I am? Stupid question. Fine. Here comes the manipulation. I pull away, solemn, and leave the shower. “I was only trying to do something nice for you.” I grab a towel and yank it down. “I know it’s not easy being married to me, Rose.” I throw it over my shoulders and tug it from side to side. “I’m trying here.” I finish drying and go to my closet, avoiding my suits, because they’re a dead giveaway if I’m dealing with business, and instead pull on some gray joggers and grab a sweater, grumbling away to myself. I still, my arms in the sleeves, ready to pull it over my head when I hear her behind me. I wait, looking out the corner of my eye, ready to accept her apology and her gratitude.
“Fuck off, Black, what are you up to?”
My head drops back. Why? Why, God, did you give me such an arduous fucking woman?
Because you need that.
On to Plan B. I pull my sweater on and down as I turn. She’s still naked. Wet. Pregnant. Her arms crossed over her chest, nestled between her boobs and her rounding tummy. I look at her tiredly, waving a hand at her magnificent figure, like, come on!